DEC 05, Harry Potter, The Minister's Affair (5/6) Title: The Minister's Affair Prompt: Tinsel Author:roma_fics Fandom: Harry Potter Characters: Harry/Astoria Rating: NC-17 Word total: around 1000 Warning(s): Het Infidelity, character death (doesn't sound very cheery *g*) Note: These warnings are for the whole series, not for each chapter. Summary: Members of two families keep one secret to the very end. This will be a six part drabble story. Beta: The most awesome eeyore9990
The Minister's Affair Part 5
The last time Harry Potter made love to Astoria Malfoy was on Christmas Eve, twenty-two years after they first met.
He'd sent candles as a gift; their scent reminding him of an earlier time. The note spelled so only she could read it.
When you're ready, light the flame.
After two years, the affair was to come to an end. The decision wasn't easy. Astoria made it for him. The affair couldn't continue if he was to be Minister. She, along with so many others, wanted him to take the position he richly deserved.
As his finger slid down her slender nose and landed on her full lips, he wondered if he'd made the right decision. He couldn't look in her eyes; instead he glanced out at the city lights of Muggle London. She stood there naked, he in his Minister's robes. She wanted it this way, and he would never deny her this request.
She turned to face the window, for the world to see only if they knew to look. Her hands held onto the frame.
"Fuck me, Minister," she said. The haughty voice edged with dirtiness almost brought him to his knees.
One hand wrapped around her chest, fingertips squeezing her hardened nipple. The other reached down to the small patch of blonde curls seeking their way to wet warmth. She raised one leg, placing her foot on the knee-high sill, opening herself up to him. There were no games between them. There never were, only raw desire.
He loved the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of her as her body lubricated itself, preparing for him to enter. She released the frame with one hand and met his two fingers with her own. His fingers thrust in and out, as hers circled her clit.
Harry knew she was close. The high-pitched guttural sounds increased. Without warning, he pulled his fingers out; she screamed. Quickly, he unfastened his robes, revealing he had nothing on underneath but his boots. He grasped his cock, bent his knees and found the warmth waiting for him. He thrust in completely; Astoria cried out again. She lowered her leg and bent over, holding onto the sill.
"Harder, Minister," she taunted as his fingertips dug into her hips. Each thrust lifting her onto her toes.
So caught up in the action, he was unprepared for the emotion as he came. "No!" he cried out. "Don't go!" He slumped over her briefly, panting as her waning contractions pushed him out.
He wrapped her in his robes and led her over to the bed.
"Such a Gryffindor," she teased as she brushed back the wet fringe from his forehead. Softly she kissed his faded scar. "You'll be fine. You don't need me. You never needed me."
"Wanted," Harry croaked out.
She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "Life ends, when you have no more wants," she said.
"What about you?" Harry asked, staring into her still-dilated eyes.
"I'll be cheering you on."
Harry huffed and pulled her in tight. He didn't want to let go. They both jumped as the alarm went off. It was seven-thirty at night. Both needed to get home.
As Harry produced clothes from his robe pockets and put them on, the question he'd always wanted to ask spilled from his lips. "Why, Astoria?"
She looked up from the vanity mirror and stared at his reflection. "Because, Harry, I didn't want to die without having lived."
"But you have a life with Draco and your son. You love them."
Astoria applied a final gloss to her lips and set down the liquid brush. She turned, facing Harry. "I do and they mean the world, and everyone may think me a bitch, Harry, but I wanted more than to be a wife and mother. I almost had it with my restaurant, but those in my class and my family frowned upon it. It was mine, and they took it away. I let them, thinking it was the right thing to do."
"And me?" Harry asked. "Was I the right thing to do?"
Astoria laughed and walked over to him. She straightened his robe collar. "No, Harry, you were a bad thing to do, but I knew that even if they found out, they couldn't take you away. You were never mine, so how could they?"
Harry brought his hands to her cheeks, cupping them. His thumb wanted to run over her newly shined lips, but he stopped himself from doing so. It would be the first of many restraints he would have to learn when she was around. "And have you lived, Astoria? What's next, what else do you want?"
She smiled at him and shook her head. "I've lived, Harry. I've had a lover who wanted me passionately. Men change when they marry. Isn't that funny? They always say it’s the women who do, but it’s the men. Once the ring is placed and the child is born, you're no longer the girlfriend or the whore. I never wanted to be on that pedestal. I was never pure."
Harry's gut clenched. The words she said rang true. Could Ginny have ever been this way? Did she have these desires? God, maybe. It was she that taught him in the beginning. Was there more?
"What's next is something I'd rather not think about now."
Harry frowned. She lifted her wand and whispered a spell. Green and silver tinsel spun from the tip and covered his shoulders. "It's Christmas, Minister. I just want to go home and finish celebrating with my family."
"Okay," Harry said as he wiped the decorations off his robes. He thinned his lips, knowing his eyes were about to water. He pulled her close and kissed her golden hair. "Merry Christmas, Astoria."
"Harry," she said, as he as about Disapperate. "It was fun."
"You're move, mate," Ron said.
Harry looked at the chessboard, trying to concentrate. It was hopeless. He glanced up to see James staring at him, with an expression he'd never seen on his son's face before. They all startled as Scorpius Malfoy tumbled out of the fireplace.